Spin again then fall and welcome slumber

then in sleep you stir as you remember

it was all in those grey and teary eyes

that refrained your jaw from saying lies

I bet enough to turn me broke and bound

it's all good til you can't make a sound.


"You see the thing you lack's determination,

who ever even needs the motivation?

don't you only crave aesthetics to be loud?

and hide and entertain them until you're found..."


Spin too much then fall who cares of slumber

I did wake you sir don't you remember

you give me those two grey and teary eyes

so I straighten up and say my lines

I have enough to rent the throne and crown

it's all good since you can't make a sound.